“Your method is too forceful. Ordinary people simply cannot withstand it and are very likely to be injured when you remove the blood stasis.” Ru Xin glanced at Ye Xingchen.
“First, my internal energy is gentle yet powerful, so it won’t hurt him. Second, I’m confident. Third, he’s in good physical condition, so I’m sure there won’t be any problems.” Ye Xingchen said, “That’s the difference between a medical expert and a novice.”
Ru Xin rolled his eyes. He knew that Ye Xingchen's medical skills were indeed far superior to his own, but he did not expect Ye Xingchen to be so impolite. He could only wave his hand and let the next person come forward.
This time, a young woman came up, clutching her stomach with a pained expression on her face.
"Master, doctor, I often experience stomach pain and a cold feeling in my stomach. Taking stomach medicine relieves the pain, but the symptoms return after a few days. What's wrong with me?" the girl said, frowning.
This time, Ruxin didn't stand on ceremony with Ye Xingchen. After all, this guy could diagnose by observation, while she couldn't. He grabbed the girl's wrist and, after a moment, came to the conclusion that she had "a cold and weak stomach."
"Stomach deficiency and cold syndrome, symptoms include vomiting, diarrhea, chest fullness, abdominal pain, and indigestion," Ye Xingchen stated directly.
“Fuzi Lizhong Decoction, three doses will be enough.” Ruxin wrote down her prescription.
"This prescription won't work," Ye Xingchen shook his head.
"Why not?" Ruxin was furious. Did they think he was being bullied because he was a good-natured monk?
"Because she can't take any Chinese medicine now; she'll vomit after taking it," Ye Xingchen said.
"Really?" Ruxin looked up at the girl in confusion.
"Yes, Master, I can't take any medicine. I feel nauseous and vomit after taking it." The girl nodded and said with a bitter face, "Is your medicine bitter? If it's too bitter... I'll still vomit it up."
“You can also use acupuncture to treat this,” Ruxin said after thinking for a moment.
“Acupuncture can dispel cold and warm the stomach, but the spleen and stomach need nourishment, not treatment,” Ye Xingchen said. “Therefore, for stomach ailments, medication is more effective.”
"She just said she can't take her medicine." Ruxin glanced at Ye Xingchen, thinking to herself, "You heard what I just said, aren't you deliberately contradicting me?"
“I heard that, but her illness doesn’t necessarily require medication.” Ye Xingchen smiled: “Dietary supplements will do just as well.”
"Dietary therapy?" Ru Xin paused. He didn't know much about medicinal cuisine, so he really didn't understand it.
"Girl, let me ask you, do you like milk tea?" Ye Xingchen asked.
"I like it." The girl nodded eagerly, "But I haven't had it in a long time because of a stomachache."
"I'll prescribe a dietary therapy for you: Cinnamon and Brown Sugar Soup. Use 6 grams of cinnamon and an appropriate amount of brown sugar. Put the cinnamon in a pot, add water, and simmer for 10 minutes. Then add the brown sugar and stir well. Drink this once a day to relieve symptoms such as stomach cold and pain."
“Okay, okay, this is good, I can accept it.” The girl nodded in surprise.
"In addition, pepper and pork tripe soup: 10 grams of pepper, 1 pork tripe. Wash the pork tripe and cut it into small pieces. Add pepper and an appropriate amount of water, simmer for 1 hour, and add salt to taste."
"Cinnamon and brown sugar soup once a day, and pork tripe soup once a week. Prepare them as soon as you get back, and they will be effective immediately," Ye Xingchen wrote down the instructions.
"Okay, thank you so much, doctor. I'm most afraid of taking medicine. I vomit no matter what I take. I feel the worst when I'm sick these past few years because I can't swallow medicine. If only medicine were as delicious as the medicine you prescribed," the girl said gratefully.
"Go ahead, don't stay up late, and exercise more." Ye Xingchen smiled slightly and said, "Strive to be a beautiful and confident girl."
"Thank you, sir, thank you." The girl bowed to Ye Xingchen and ran off happily.
The next competition was actually unnecessary, as there were too many people. Ru Xin simply stopped watching and instead helped Ye Xingchen write prescriptions and assist him. It's not difficult to acknowledge someone's excellence. Working together, the patients who were supposed to be seen by the afternoon were all gone by 11 a.m.
"Great, it's been a long time since I treated someone." Ye Xingchen stood up and said with a smile, "If it weren't for today, I would have almost forgotten that my real profession is actually a doctor."
"Your medical skills are indeed remarkable." Ru Xin nodded to Ye Xingchen, "I am ashamed to admit my inferiority."
"Any medical skill that can cure diseases and save lives is a good medical skill; there's no such thing as a skill that's particularly advanced or not," Ye Xingchen said with a slight smile.
“My senior brother said that you have killed countless people and are full of murderous aura. Such a person should be killed to stop killing.” Ru Xin looked at Ye Xingchen with a complicated expression: “But today, it seems that this is not the case.”
"I told you, your senior brother is too good at manipulating you," Ye Xingchen said. "You are a complete person. You can't listen to hearsay, and you can't let others control your mind."
"You should have your own judgment and ideas, instead of just believing whatever others say, understand?"
"Understood." Ruxin nodded: "I've decided that I will no longer interfere in the Liang family's affairs, but our battle at Dangming Lake is inevitable."
"Looking forward to this battle." Ye Xingchen's brows relaxed: "Having an enemy like you is actually quite troublesome. You're too strong; I can't even sleep soundly."
"My decision goes against my master's orders, so no matter what happens in the future, I will do my best in the battle of Dangming Lake," Ruxin said solemnly.
"I will also do my best." Ye Xingchen smiled slightly, and the two looked at each other, feeling that sense of mutual respect again.
"Buddha, I'm here again, waaaaah..."
Just then, a heart-wrenching cry came from inside the hall.
A woman was kneeling before the Buddha statue, sobbing uncontrollably. She was pregnant, and judging from the size of her belly, the fetus in her womb was at least eight months old.
She lay on the ground, crying her heart out. The onlookers were unaware of what had happened, but some kind-hearted people came forward to comfort her and help her up.
"This woman is pitiful. She has a thin uterus and finally got pregnant with this child, but then she was diagnosed with a heart defect. She might die after giving birth."
"Didn't you go to the hospital? Medical technology is so advanced now, surely there's a way?"
"She's been to all the major hospitals, and the doctors all advised her to have an abortion because the baby would suffocate from birth and there would be no way to save it."
"If she can't keep this baby, she won't be able to have any more children in the future, right?"
"She can't have children anymore. She already had uterine problems, and she only got pregnant after taking a lot of medication."
"Oh, it's so pitiful. If this child is gone, she will never have the right to be a mother again."
A chorus of regrets arose from the surrounding crowd; everyone felt sorry for this woman.
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